Dexter Morgan Pfp Novels & Stories

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

“It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it. For fuck’s sake he does but what of his mate. Apart from the pain of losing a mate, she will also feel his pains while Dexter kills him. Don’t you think that will be too much for her to handle.” Maxwell nodded. “We’ll just sedate her. She won’t feel any pain that way. And besides I’m sure Reid will block her from feeling his pains and if he doesn’t, we sedate her. He really needs to die by Dexter’s hands.” Dexter is a wolf but also half vampire who have lived for thousands of years in a cave just outside the intelligence pack. He is known to kill his prey without mercy and everyone trembled at the mention of his name. Even alphas.

Yvonne accompanied Rachel and waited at the entrance of the villa for Dexter to arrive. After ten minutes, a Mercedes-Benz approached the gates slowly and stopped in front of them. The car window rolled down, revealing a young, handsome face behind the wheel. Dexter had short, blond hair that accentuated his fair skin, glowing with radiance in the sunlight. Whenever he smiled, his eyes disappeared. Dexter's vibe was that of a golden retriever, pure and innocent. Regardless of his personality, his handsome appearance was enough to charm numerous girls who would fall for his princely looks.

What's the deal with me and speaking my mind today? When I noticed the carnival symbol on his shirt pocket, I realized he was one of the workers here. His brunette hair was perfectly slicked back, complementing his tanned skin. His teeth clenched into a toothy grin. He was attractive but not as attractive as Logan. Karrie, are you serious? You're comparing him to Logan now! “My name is Dexter. “Nice to meet you,” he said as he extended his hand. “Karolia.” I smiled as I shook his hand, then retracted my hand as I felt his touch become more prolonged.

Carla asked. I looked at them and my lips began to stretch into a thin smile. “ We will start by setting a trap for him” ******************************************************** So I noticed while I was with Dexter, the exact kind of person. He was a pedophile. He liked his she wolves young. Yet to transition. Naive.

There was a plan to do so, but causing the old man more pain would bring him no result. In his private quarters, Dexter stripped off the black shirt and stood before the tall mirror. Admiring himself, his strong muscles and tight abs, the glamorous glow of his skin, he ran his fingers through his hair, he would leave everything to his beta he would handle Crestmoon while he stayed away. He slipped on a crisp white button-down, a navy blazer with elbow patches, and the ridiculous wire glasses. A leather satchel completed the look. Professor Dexter Kane, visiting lecturer in “Wilderness Ecology and Mythology.”

“I must go now. But everything is alright, correct? You don’t need anything? You’ve settled in well?” “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” Ambrose takes a step but my words stop him in his tracks. “Could you tell me his name? The name of the man whose life I’m going to ruin?” “Not necessarily his life,” Ambrose corrects. “More like his criminal career. And his name is Dexter. Dexter Russell. Everyone knows him simply as Dex, though.” I nod. “Thank you.” I move closer to the group, my empty paper cup in my hand still. I have to find a way of discarding it. The man’s name doesn’t leave my mind, not for a second. I keep thinking about him and trying to imagine his face but fail.

He asked, narrowing his eyes at him. “You're so dumb, to assume I'd fall for that.” Morgan chuckled. “If someone tried to drug you, that means I'm not your only enemy. You've got another hater. Tsk, who wouldn't hate someone like you?” Morgan got up and took out a picture from his drawer. He glanced at Xavier and shook his head. “You know, I was wondering if I should upload this picture on the internet, or give it to a press company, with the headline of XAVIER GILBERT'S LEAKED SEX PHOTOS or..”

The perks of being me. Dexter was an extremely handsome man with a perfect sloped jawline, straight sloped nose, and stubble just enough to make you want to rub your fingers on it. His chest was broad, and muscles earned naturally that it didn’t overbear you from the rest of his body. I knew he had strong, thick calves, and veins that stood out from his forearms, and triceps. He was everyone's type even I couldn’t deny the allure of Dexter Kent. When he stood in a room you couldn’t deny his existence. The more you tried the deeper ingrained he became in your life. He was subtle when he approached but determined. I remember the indent of his lower back when he walked, and the flex of his ches

He also handed him the papers officially declaring him as forest ranger. The reporters are all cramming in getting pictures and videos, it is the first time, Dexter show himself in the public, they are very eager show to the public how he looks like. He has been the headline in previous months, as “THE GREAT RESCUER IN THE FOREST” but no picture or videos of him, was ever made during those time. “How he become hermit, he is handsome?” their common remark “Why he chooses to live in the forest, he has a good career and stable job?”